If you want to read a book that will put a smile on your face and have you chuckling throughout, then serve yourself up a hearty and tasty slice of TibetanPeach Pieby author Tom Robbins.

SubtitledA True Account of an Imaginative Life, Mr. Robbins proceeds to highlight a fascinating collection of zany, poignant, goofy, and bizarre events that have occurred to him in his eight plus decades on planet Earth. I personally drool with envy at the thought of being able to encapsulate things in such descriptive, yet whimsical prose.

My only disappointment is not having read any of his other books before this fun and finely crafted memoir. That being said, they are now definitely on my must read list.

If you need a pick-me-up filled with humor, sarcasm, and wit, check out TibetanPeachPieby Tom Robbins. It’ll make your day. Here are a few fun quotes from this wonderful book:

“Evidently, I’d suffered an epiphany: the subconscious realization that when it comes to coolness, nothing the human race has ever invented is more cool than a book.”

“(I recommend that you make all of your major moves on the first of April. Just in case.)”

“That’s the value of artists, isn’t it? Even when they aren’t aware of it, they’re dreaming our dreams for us.”

“If I have been given any gift in this life, it’s my ability to live simultaneously in the rational world and the world of imagination.” – Ain’t that the truth!

2 Responses to A Tasty Slice of “Tibetan Peach Pie”

Hey Rick,
So my copy of Peach Pie was sitting open on the couch when I read this.

Robbins is a favorite, I’ve read pretty much all of him since the summer of 1970 (?), & for shear fun I’d recommend Another Roadside Attraction for a sacreligious humerous romp.
Then work your way through the rest.

Having said that, my all time favorite opener from any work of fiction is the intro ode to a beet from Jitterbug Perfume, quoted below:

“The beet is the most intense of vegetables. The radish, admittedly, is more feverish, but the fire of the radish is a cold fire, the fire of discontent not of passion. Tomatoes are lusty enough, yet there runs through tomatoes an undercurrent of frivolity. Beets are deadly serious.

Slavic peoples get their physical characteristics from potatoes, their smoldering inquietude from radishes, their seriousness from beets.

The beet is the melancholy vegetable, the one most willing to suffer. You can’t squeeze blood out of a turnip…

The beet is the murderer returned to the scene of the crime. The beet is what happens when the cherry finishes with the carrot. The beet is the ancient ancestor of the autumn moon, bearded, buried, all but fossilized; the dark green sails of the grounded moon-boat stitched with veins of primordial plasma; the kite string that once connected the moon to the Earth now a muddy whisker drilling desperately for rubies.

The beet was Rasputin’s favorite vegetable. You could see it in his eyes.”